What do we think of at night? What keeps us from sleeping and giving ourselves a break? Why do we shut everyone out, only for our minds to run wild with deep thoughts? We run off caffeine and not enough sleep, but still can't manage to catch up to ourselves. We get ahead of ourselves because we let go without realizing it. Your mind is ready to jump off that bridge at any given moment but you're stuck, trying to calm it down. You're ready to give up. You're ready to let go of everyone, to let everyone down.
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not all broken hearts bleed the same
Poesiamake this story what you want it to be. maybe it's a journal, or a suicide note. deep thoughts fill the pages with it's words. maybe it's a book about poetry. you decide. ⚠️TW⚠️ this story talks about suicide, etc. read at your own risk
